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Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Waiting Game

As you may know, my wife and I are waiting for the birth of our new daughter.

After looking at calendars and astrological charts, we determined that given the current mix in our home (I'm a Capricorn/Aquarius, my wife's a Libra and my stepdaughter's a Capricorn) the best thing we could do would be to bring a Sagittarius home. While we love our current daughter's Capricorn energies, we were worried that two in one house would lead to open conflict. So we calendared and planned and ... uh, did what it takes and got the baby into development.

However, our little Ella Simone has her own ideas. The deadline for being a Sag came and went as she rested comfortably and happily in my wife's belly (which has still allowed some amusement). What's been funniest is the repetitive nature of conversations around us ...
Have you had the baby yet?

Aren't you late?

Is the baby all right?

How's your wife feeling?

Will you guys induce?

Isn't it time to do something?

Let me (personally) know when you know something.
As I've turned ignoring people into high art, I barely noticed this until this week. However, my wife has been inundated by this sort of thing, even as they see she's perfectly fine, talking to them and there's a baby inside her stomach. Her voice mail has been changed to reflect this, and it's way too hilarious for me to try to recreate, but it's worth it. This is a moment where privacy and solitude, meditation and reflection are needed, and apparently the intrusive wondering of even the best intentioned can screw with the vibe.

In any case, we wait. There's plans with the midwives we're working with (want a word to screw with your brain? "Midwifery," pronounced "mid-whiff-er-ee" -- sounds wrong no matter how people use it). If there's something to know, my Twitter feed will have the first word of it. "No gnus is good gnus," as the puppet once said. In the mean time, the management apologizes for any inconvenience caused by silent running.

Hang on ... this just handed to me ... apparently Friday signifies some kind of pagan-adapted holiday for people all over the western world. In the past, I'd have had to spew bile all over and pee in the corn flakes of such celebrants. This year? It's a recession. We're all doing what we can. If that gives you some kind of joy and maybe makes people be a little bit less of a douchebag to somebody, well, that's okay in my book. Festivus, Kwanzaa, or whatever you celebrate (or don't) in the privacy of your life, I wish you the best moving past this solstice into brighter days and a new year (if you're on the same calendar as I am).

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

Playing (Music): "Rag Doll" by Aerosmith

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